Chapter 1492: Never Again a Daughter of the Duan Family

all, Tang Yiming's men captured hundreds of people from the Armed Forces Department, even Ding Jianlin, the leader. If appeasement work is not done well, it might lead to unnecessary trouble.Just as...The leader of the group left, looking back every few steps.

Duan Xiangning said, he was not Li Nanfang after all, so when he left, he didn't take the gun and the knife.

That's because he didn't realize that these two things weren't very useful to Duan Xiangning.

If he were Li Nanfang and knew that Duan Xiangning had to die on Canglong Mountain, he would never have left these two things behind. He would have died trying to take the beautiful woman to safety, finding somewhere no one knew about, and living a happy life together forever.

The weapons he left behind served Duan Xiangning only one purpose: to make her suicide a little less painful.

"Next life, I will never be a daughter of the Duan family again."

Looking at the increasingly white east, Duan Xiangning smiled softly, bent down and reached out to pick up the two things.

Is it better to kill with a headshot or by slitting the throat or severing the carotid artery, for a more thorough death

Duan Xiangning didn't hesitate for long before making her decision.

A woman who loves beauty, even if she has to die, wouldn't want extra holes in her head, with her white brains spilling out. It would be so disgusting to look at.

Better use a knife.

A sharpened military knife was very sharp, severing a wrist artery as easily as a cleaver slicing tofu.

She raised her left hand, toward the direction of Taicishi.

In the morning breeze, Duan Xiangning's left hand fingers were slender, her back of the hand was as white and tender as solidified milk. The pulse on her slender wrist was a pale green because she held despair in her heart, and the blood flowing through her veins was much slower than usual. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't see the pulse beating faintly against her unwillingness.

The wind tousled her hair, obscuring her eyes.

Her eyes became hazy.

When the wind blows and the river flows, it makes a sound.

Like sobbing.

Du Xiangning felt that it wasn't the river weeping, but a person, Duan Lingxing.

If she wasn't mistaken, Duan Xing at this moment was already waiting for her on the Naihe Bridge— Duan Xiangning, who also grew up in Dali Water Town and was equally proficient in water.

So she didn't need to go into the water at all. She just sat on a stone by the bank, and through the increasing number of whirlpools on the river surface, growing larger and larger, she could deduce how harsh and complex the underwater environment was.

If she went down, don't even talk about diving to a hundred meters. Even at thirty meters, all her struggles would be in vain. She could only be caught by an irresistible whirlpool and swept into the jaws of death.

To feel like a ghost, shouldn't be much better than slashing one's wrists to commit suicide.

That's strange.

When Duan Xiangning saw that this river led to the Ghost Gate, she felt certain that Duan Lingxing must be dead. However, she didn't worry about Li Nanshan.

There's a kind of man in the world who is always loved by the women who love him. They think that even if you put him in a pot of boiling oil and cook him for three days and three nights, he would still be lively and kicking, like a water dog shaking off the wet hair, saying to his wife, "Honey, let's go home. I miss your round, plump butt looking like a perfect, fragrant moon."

In Duan Xiangning's heart, Li Nanfang was just that kind of person.

In the face of a tsunami off the coast of England's Isle, even birds can survive. What's so dangerous about this river hidden under Mount Canglong

In your eyes, this is just an uncomfortable little pond. It's a pity that you can't take care of the scattered [ fragments ] underwater. Heh heh, even if you could, when she sees that her grandfather sent her here to die — just like me, knowing that I have to die to bring the most benefit to the Duan family, she will only choose death and refuse your rescue.

When the sharp military dagger slowly rested on her fair wrist, Duan Xiangning, who had been murmuring these words, suddenly smiled.

The wind tousled her hair, revealing her eyes.

Eyes became even more alluring.

There was a hint of intoxicating flirtation in her words, as she continued, "Li Nanfang, will you remember this later I knelt by your side, slowly swaying a moon-shaped jade pendant for you."

She admitted it.

Before death.

When Li Nanfang suddenly opened his eyes in the morning of those two days at Lu's house in Beijing, he saw her striking pose. It was deliberate.

This is what she learned from a love movie from the Orient.

The male lead in the movie just loves the female lead like this, every time he's always like he's been hit by a difficult blood, howling and raising his hand, fiercely whipping that round moon, making the female lead let out a miserable, yet joyful scream.

"I'm such a shameless woman."

After saying this, Duan Xiangning bit her lips tightly, and the veins on the back of her right hand suddenly tightened.

This was the instinctive reaction of her body as she gripped a military knife in her right hand, about to sever the radial artery in her left wrist.

Bang!

Just as Duan Xiangning gritted her teeth, ready to sever her left wrist completely, with a crisp sound, she felt a jolt in her right hand, just like being struck by electricity.

She could no longer grip the military knife; she had to let go.

The military knife, flying at high speed, drew a long arc in the air and landed in the river.

Gone in a flash.

But a bullet, with a clatter, fell to the ground at Duan Xiangning's feet.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised her head to look towards the forest. At that moment, she saw a figure in black robes walking out from within.

This person is wrapped from head to toe in a black robe.

Even her face was covered by a black veil, only revealing her eyes.

The black robe should be a woman.

Her slender figure could not be concealed even by her wide black robe.

When walking, her waist twisted like a water snake, and her hips swayed back and forth with the wind, just like a model showing off on a T-stage. Her every step exuded confidence and grace, a posture that even a man who had practiced diligently for eighteen lifetimes couldn't achieve.

The woman in black held a gun in her hand.

In the morning light, the muzzle of the gun still smoked faintly.

This is a silenced pistol, allowing the woman in black to disarm Duan Xiangning's self-inflicted dagger without the sharp crack of gunfire.

Suddenly, a woman in black appeared and stopped Duan Xiangning's suicide attempt. What does this mean

Duan Xiangning stared blankly at her, at those eyes that seemed to burn with the flames of orchids. Suddenly, a strange feeling came over her—the urge to stand up, walk over, and hug this woman in black robes. She wanted to squint her eyes, half-open her mouth, protrude her tongue, and let out a whimpering sound like crying. Her body swayed slowly but powerfully, rubbing against the other woman's body.

Unbeknownst to Duan Xiangning, upon gazing into Bo Su Man's eyes, she would swiftly be drawn into a world of sensuality.

Even Hu Lao Er almost fell victim to her Heavenly Demon Bewitching Art, let alone Duan Xiang Ning.

"Well now, why all of a sudden must you die Such a beautiful woman like you, to die just like this, how tragic!"

The Bodhisattva walked over gracefully, her slender figure swaying. She leaned down and raised a hand, her long index finger extending from under her black robe to gently lift Duan Xiangning's chin. Her voice was so sweet it could make one swoon.

As she walked, the wind lifted the hem of her black robe, revealing a pair of snow-white jade feet.

Many women of low status in India walk barefoot, as they usually don't wear shoes.

Like the deities in certain murals, they are mostly barefoot.

There are many benefits to always walking barefoot. Not only does it keep you grounded, but it also uses the uneven road surface, stones, and other objects to massage your reflexology points on the soles of your feet, promoting circulation and making you feel more youthful.

But always barefoot, which also makes the soles of the feet rough, toes wide, and especially a layer of calluses on the bottom of the feet.

Lao Pi's toughness is incredible. He could probably break a steel needle just by stepping on it, and he wouldn't even bleed.

Otherwise, if the soles of the feet were as tender as the buttocks, walking through a jungle would result in being pricked and bleeding profusely.

When Bodhisattva Man walked over the ground covered in milky stones and thorns, her posture was still so natural. Looking at her, she seemed to be accustomed to walking barefoot.

But why were the skins on her feet still so rosy and smooth

Who knows.

With Bodhisattva Man slightly tightening her right index finger, and Duan Xiangning, who had been constantly locked in her gaze, slowly rose from the stone mountain.

The Bodhisattva Man looked at her, his eyes seeming to smile: "Tell me, what's your name"

Duan Xiangning nodded lightly, as if in a dream: "I, my name is Duan Xiangning."

Bodhisattva Man knew Duan Xiangning's name, and she also knew that Duan Xiangning would come here. This was all thanks to the information provided by Yue Qingke.

The information provided by Yue Qingke comes from Duan Xiang.

The deaths of Duan Xiangning and Duan Lingxing, the two sisters, at the foot of Mount Canglong would serve the best interests of the Dali Duan clan and completely resolve the impending crisis facing their family.

Two outstanding generations of the Duan family perished in Hancheng's Longshan Mountains in pursuit of military intelligence whose authenticity remained uncertain. The price they paid should be enough to demonstrate the Duan family's unwavering resolve to never betray their country, even at the cost of their own destruction.

Thwart those forces that are attempting to take advantage of this opportunity to harm the Duan family.

More importantly, the death of the two sisters could make Li Nanshan feel extremely guilty. He would have to treat the Duan family as his "big mountain" for the rest of his life, compensating them with the greatest ability he had.

This is the whole plan that the core members of the Duan family came up with after discussion.

This is what Old Duan means.

Li Nanfang, Duan Lingxing, and Duan Xiangning, the three of them, didn't know about this whole plan.

When this plan was finalized, Duan Xiangning had already been taken away by the military.

Li Nanfang and Duan Lingxing, the two of them, were in Duan Shuhuang's room, playing games that made their faces flush.

Duan Xiang, however, participated.

So she knew all of this and relayed it to Yue Qingke in detail.

After receiving this information from Yue Qingke, the Bodhisattva would certainly not believe it immediately.

She decided to risk it and come see for herself.

As long as Li Nanfang and the Duan sisters are here, it proves that Yue Qingke's information is indeed true and reliable.

"Du Xiangning Oh."

The Bodhisattva Mo felt a wave of relief wash over her, the demonic aura in her eyes intensifying even further, yet her voice became sweeter than ever. "Who did you come with"

"Several bodyguards."

"Where are they"

"He's gone."

"What are you doing here"

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Who are you waiting for"

Wait for Li Nanfang and Duan Lingxing.

And what about the two of them

"He has already gone down the river."

"What are you doing by the river"

By the time Bodhisattva Man arrived here, he had already confirmed that the information provided by Yue Qingke was completely accurate.

They were going to look for Shen Yun, and get back a laptop.

In a certain dreamlike state, Duan Xiangning, who was sinking deeper and deeper, would definitely answer any question.

"Hehehe, since you were waiting for them, why would you cut your wrists and commit suicide"

Guanyin's right index finger released Duanxiangning's chin.

Duan Xiangning still kept her chin raised, staring at her with her eyes, mumbling like a dream, "Because, grandpa meant for me to die. I can't help but—"

Bodhisattva Man interrupted her, "You're wrong. Even if you die, you can't die here."

"Then, where should I die"

Du Xiangning was a little dazed.

"On the mountain. You will die on the mountain. Walk east along the riverbank for an hour, and you will see a bridge. Cross the bridge, and someone will come to take you up the mountain."

The Bodhisattva Man looked up at the lush mountains of Canglong, his eyes gleaming with even more sinister lust.

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